Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1887-02-11

but they saw their danger-they changed
their course.
thank God that have lived to see this
day; to my dying hour shall not cease to
praise Him for this manifestation of His
grace. Praise Him, sun and moon and
stars! Praise Him, church militant on
earth! Praise Him, church triumphant in
Heaven! Let the church beneath rise up
its right hand in graduation, and the church
above reach down its right hand of joy,
and while the two are clasped let the elders
earthly celebration, and the cup bearers of
Heaven bring up out of the vaults of eter-
nifty the oldest wine, prepared by Him who
trod the wine press alone, and SO let two
worlds at once keep jubilee!
| Who are these who come to us to-day?
Many are young. Until Robert Raikes
came there was no organized effort for
saving the young. We spent all of our
strength trying to bend old trees, when q
little pressure would have been sufficient
for the sapling. We let men go down to
the very bottom of sin before we try to
lift them up. 1t is great deal easier to
keep train on the track than to get it on
when it is off. The experienced reinsman
when he gets full swing, the swift hoofs
clicking fire from the pavement and the
bit between his teeth, his momentum is
| irresistible. 1t is said that the young must
be allowed to SOW their wild OATS"
have noticed that those who SOW their wild
oats seldom try 10 raise any other kind Of,
| crop.
went through the heaviest snowstorm I,
have ever known to see q dying girl. Her.
cheek on the pillow was white as the snow
on the easement. Her large round eye had
not lost any of its luster. Loved ones stood
all around the bed trying to hold her back.
Her mother could not give her up; her
father could not give her up; and one near
frantic with grief. I said: Fanny, how
do you feel?" "Oh!" she. saws, ahappy,
happy, MIR. Talmage. Tell all the young
folks that religion will make them happy"
AS came out of the room, louder than all
/ the sobs and wailings of grief, heard the
clear, sweet, glad voice of the dying girl:
Goodnight; we shall meet again on the
other side of tho river" The next Sabbath
we buried her. We brought white flowers
and laid them on the coffin. There was in
all that crowded church but one really hap
Ply and delighted face, and that was the
face of Fanny. Oh! wish that to-day my
Lord Jesus would go through this audience
and take all these flowers of youth and gar
land them on His brow.
But while great fcck this day comes to
the dove-cote of mercy, the largest flock is
going the other way. 1t is very easy
thing to tame doves. Go out with hand
full of corn to feed pigeons and they will
tame are they. God has fed those who are
before me with "the finest of wheat" and
yet you have flown from Him all your lives
long. You have taken your clothes out of
His wardrobe and your bread out of His
hands. Gods spirit will not always strive.
In the morning, after a severe night, you
have gone out and seen the birds dead on
the snow; so, after awhile, Gods mercy
will cease, and the earth will be covered
with the bodies Of those who perish in the
storm. That storm is coming. It will
shiver the mast of pride-it will drive into
the white reefs of death every cargo of sin.
The cedars of the mountain will split in
the hurricane, and the islands shall be
moved out of their places, and the CONT
nents shall be rent asunder, and the hemi-
sphere shall whirl like top in the fury of
that day. The mountains will be blasted
and the beasts, in alright, be pitched from
the cliffs in an avalanche of terror. The
dead shall rush forth from their sepulchers
to see what is the matter, and all those who
despise God shall horribly perish.
Now, do you suppose that l can stand
here and know that the day is coming with
out telling you about it? My last resting
place will probably be near yours. What
if, when I get up in the resurrection day,
| should see you rushing at me across the
lots of the cemetery, and hear you cry:
"Why did you not tell me of this? If it
had not been for your neglect I should
have been on the way to glory" cannot
prepare myself for such CONSERVATION.
"Can you tell me how far it is to hell?"
said young man, as, on Sunday, on horse
back, he dashed past good Christian
deacon. At the next turn in the road the
horse threw the soothing rider, and he was
dead. He wanted to know how far it was
to hell, and found out without the deacon's
telling him.
So thou art mounted on swift steed,
whose hoofs strike fire from the pavement
as he dashes past, and you cry out: "How
far is it to ruin?" answer: "Near, very
near!"
T. Perhaps this very day
/ Thy last accepted time NAV be:
Oh! shouldst thou grieve Him now away,
! Then hope may never beam on thee
Oh, that my Lord God would bring YOU
now to see your sin and to fly from it; and
your duty, and help you to do it, SO that
when the last great terror of death shall
spread its two black wings, and clutch with
its bloody talons for thy soul, it cannot hurt
thee, for that thou art safe in the warm
doye-cote of Sayiors mercy!
Come in (! come in!
Eternal glory shalt thou VIM
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A Modern Knight.
Upon temperament predisposed to
look at things in their darker aspect" says
q writer in the Century, speaking Of Lin
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